i woke at four-thirty to thunder and lightning and a cat in intestinal distress. i had a dog i left on a big island on the northwest coast forty-four years ago. that dog found me at a diner in southern illinois and followed me everywhere. we lived in a trailer outside town with mice. i drank beer and ran and stared at the dog staring at me. that dog attacked and almost killed eugene's dog arrow. he rode in the backseat of my old audi with a broken windshield wiper and a leaky water pump across turtle island. on a small island we stayed in a fishing shack. the dog killed a sheep. the dog got my partner's dog pregnant and had eleven puppies. i gave away ten and then a truck came by and i gave the last puppy to the truck driver who was picking up strays. my dog jumped into the truck with the last pup and stared at me. that was the end. i went to l.a. it was sordid. i fixed my water pump and fled back here to shikaakwa. i became an uncle. later i became a dog walker. other stuff happened it gets too long to tell.